Mr. Sefrol wrote:Also, speaking of Homestuck, tumblr's making it a big thing that the Homestuck and Hetalia fandoms are like super chill with each other and get along well. I don't quite get it.

It's a meta-shipping thing. You know how most fandoms look down upon the Homestuck fandom? Well, apparently the Hetalia fandom, another fandom that's usually frowned upon, had been very kind and supportive towards the Homestuck fandom (to the point of exaggeratingly adorable), and recently, the two fandoms have declared themselves "moirails," which is a shipping quadrant in Homestuck. And then this apparently sparked the trend on Tumblr for fandoms to ship themselves with other fandoms based on the shipping quadrants from Homestuck.

Just received a letter from the army to present myself for duty on the 25th. Thing is, I'm supposed to be working at that pest extermination place my old man recommended me for.So I can tell the army to suck it and my mom's side of the family gets mad at me or I tell the boss from the extermination company to suck it and my dad's side of the family gets mad at me.Either way, I'm royally screwed.

Wow, so presenting yourself for service is more like "Hey, so if you're not doing anything, and you have some free time, maybe you could show up?"

"Suddenly Frodo noticed that a strange-looking weather-beaten man, sitting in the shadows near the wall, was also listening intently to the hobbit-talk. He had a tall tankard in front of him, and was smoking a long-stemmed pipe curiously carved. His legs were stretched out before him, showing high boots of supple leather that fitted him well, but had seen much wear and were now caked with mud. A travel-stained cloak of heavy dark-green cloth was drawn close about him, and in spite of the heat of the room he wore a hood that overshadowed his face; but the gleam of his eyes could be seen as he watched the hobbits."

I just like that you can basically say to the army, "No thanks, I'm busy."

"Suddenly Frodo noticed that a strange-looking weather-beaten man, sitting in the shadows near the wall, was also listening intently to the hobbit-talk. He had a tall tankard in front of him, and was smoking a long-stemmed pipe curiously carved. His legs were stretched out before him, showing high boots of supple leather that fitted him well, but had seen much wear and were now caked with mud. A travel-stained cloak of heavy dark-green cloth was drawn close about him, and in spite of the heat of the room he wore a hood that overshadowed his face; but the gleam of his eyes could be seen as he watched the hobbits."